just a little sparkle; any (no tundra please)

[Zaravich]

the words she knows the tune she hums

Zara has not seen Phaedrus in some time, it was heartbreaking for the mare to be without him for so long. She knew he was off doing kingdom duties, and he was very good at his job; she just wished he was at the herd more often. None the less, Zara was out and about today in the field, with hopes to fill the kingdom with new faces. It has been exceptionally hard for the Dale members to recoup from the faeries taking there kingdom magic, they all lost there spirit animals, there best friends. Zara held out hope that she would one day see Zaphod again. All she knew was that with the deserts being gone now the members fled to any kingdom they could find, the Dale needed to keep there numbers up in case of any future attacks.

The mare casually strolled through the field, it was wonderful to have spring around, thought she missed having a foal by her side. She lowered her head to smell the flowers that were already overgrown, they were fresh and excited to greet the world. A smile curled on her lips as she returned her view to the field, she scanned gently looking for an equine not in conversation.

Her eyes layed on a mare of the same color as Zara, she allowed a whinny to part her lips as she made her way towards the mare. She had a beautiful mane and matching tail; Zara gave a small dip of her head as she neared the mare Hello there, My name is Zaravich of the Dale. And what is your name? she asked in a friendly tone, the mare had hopes she would return to the Dale with her.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer